Except now every time I go back to Chicago, I have this WEIRD craving for a hot dog; a Chicago dog in particular (all-beef frankfurter on a poppy seed bun and topped with yellow mustard, chopped white onion, neon green sweet pickle relish, dill pickle spears, sliced tomato, pickled sport peppers and a dash of celery salt. NEVER ketchup).

They're not really anything transcendent, they're just kind of strangely nostalgic and comforting. Throw in some cheese fries and/or lobster fries and I could shed a tear.

I've found myself eating more hot dogs and (deep dish) pizza on my visits back to Chicago than I ever did actually living there.

It's my taste of home.

Do you have a nostalgia food? Let's talk about it in the comments below, tag it with #PDXfood on Twitter, or tell me about it @sambakall. If you tag it, it will post here.

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